Yoongi general

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The infirmary office was small but clean. Jimin was bent over a form when the door opened. A powerful figure appeared in the doorway. Alpha walked in, filling the space.

Yoongi, the general, measured him with a cold, methodical gaze. Then his eyes slid to the cradle, where a six-month-old baby with chubby cheeks was peacefully snoring—a perfect miniature omega.

"Filling out paperwork?" The voice was low, but not aggressive. Jimin felt a shiver of instinctive trepidation run down his spine.

• Yes, General.

Yoongi approached the cradle. His huge hand, accustomed to weapons, unexpectedly touched the side softly.

• Small. Omega?

“Yes,” Jimin replied, squeezing his pen. life was broken, but here, in this harsh world, he found an island.

The general stared at the child for a long moment, his usually stony face reflecting the shadow of something deep, almost forgotten. He'd dreamed of a family. He'd dreamed of it, until his service had burned it to the ground. But this little boy... and his parent, with their stubbornness in their eyes, despite their broken lives...

"A live-in nurse. The conditions are tough," Yoongi said, looking straight at Jimin. "But you're no stranger to the fight, it's clear."

There was more than just an assessment in his words. There was recognition. Jimin met his gaze. Alpha took a step closer, his shadow covering the table. — What's the baby's name?